Luke’s binky broke, and he threw it in the trash. After we talked about babies for a while, Luke decided that binkies were for babies, and since he’s a big boy, he went to bed without his tonight! This afternoon he was sure he was too old for a binky, but then in the evening he was beside himself wanting it. So he and I went to the store because I wasn’t sure I was ready for the challenge of him going without it.
As we walked into the store holding hands, he maturely said, “So, where are the binkies.” I told him they were by the baby stuff, and he said “that’s because binkies are for babies, not big boys.” We even went to the binky isle and looked at them, (hanging there surrounded by tons of other baby stuff,) but his resolve didn't waver. He was so sure of it, that he decided (on his own) that we shouldn’t buy one after all, and he went to bed this evening without even asking for it. I’m impressed that he felt strongly enough about it to overcome the desire for what he’s accustomed to.
I guess he really is a big boy. :)
And speaking of big boys, we have another one who turns 9 tomorrow! The house is decorated, the cake is made, the presents are wrapped, and I can't wait for him to see his new bike! Being a parent is good stuff.
(PS - They learned about insects at scouts and made little homes for fruit flies so each scout could bring these critters into their very own home and watch them duplicate into swarms. I won't say we didn't have a bit of a catastrophe here at home with them when the lid mysteriously popped off, but don't worry, the two flies remaining in the jar recovered admirably and have produced a thriving posterity nonetheless.)